The Ultimate Evolution

Among the three sleeping agents, the talkative one had the sweetest dream. He was in the bar he often visited. The music playing was his favourite saxophone piece. He asked for a gla.s.s of ice-cold whiskey, and immediately relaxed.

A fragrant aroma caught his attention, but the fragrance was a bit unique. At first, it smelled like citrus perfume, but after a while, it smelled like red wine instead. The agent did not delve too deep into it, for a woman had suddenly sat down on the seat beside him. The woman was wearing a tight black dress and looked a little like the woman of his dreams, Angelina Jolie. She flashed him a charming smile.

The man"s heartbeat instantly quickened. To tell the truth, he had not felt so bewildered for a really long time. He lowered his head and did not know what to do. A beautiful face came close to his own and said to him in a delicate voice, "Honey, I"m bored. Why don"t we do something exciting?"

"!!!" The man blushed at once. "What do you mean by exciting....!!!!"

The woman"s hand reached down between his thighs and gave him a soft flick. The man"s whole body turned stiff. He then felt the tender hand rubbing him gently. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

He felt "Angelina" slowly getting down from the seat, half squatting in front of him and unfastening his belt. She gave him a charming smile and gently licked her lips with her small red tongue, full of temptation.

The agent gasped for breath.

"Hurry up, baby, right now!"

His lower body was already exposed and stood straight up like a pillar. At that moment, "Angelina"s" mouth suddenly split open, turning into a horrific mouthpiece like a zombie in Resident Evil 5. The sharp teeth inside that horrible dark red mouthpiece were spinning like a chainsaw!!

"Ah!!!!!" The man let out the most sorrowful scream ever heard in history. He immediately tried to run away, but the G.o.ddess between his legs had already done what he most desired her to do three seconds ago - burying her head in his crotch!!!

Blood sprayed abruptly and violently...together with torn flesh pieces, tissues, and hair....

　　***

The agent who did not talk much was named Carter.

He was not actually a boring man, he just liked to keep to himself. His hobby was to fantasise.

For example, when the big-a.s.sed woman Trish sashayed into the director"s office with her papers, he would immediately imagine the director unzipping her skirt.

For example, when he was being admonished by the team leader, he would imagine himself giving the team leader a good hard kick and wiping the sole of his shoes on the team leader"s face.

Right now, he found the team leader reprimanding him again, and every insult the team leader uttered was extremely grating on his ears. Furthermore, for some reason, the few women he secretly admired were all there at the moment, witnessing his humiliation!

Carter"s patience gradually reached its limit. With a shout, he kicked out and sent the team leader flying. The power of this kick was amazing. The team leader flew far behind and collapsed the three-ply wall at the back. Carter now had a good view of the whole office....

An X-rated scene entered Carter"s sight. Just like he usually imagined, Trish was bending over in front of the director who had unzipped her.

Seeing this, the initially boiling Carter calmed down immediately. When he realised the terrible consequences of his actions, he s.h.i.+vered all over! This was the FBI! If you quit your job at a Fortune 500 company, your ex-boss could not do anything to you, but the FBI higher ups could definitely make your life really miserable!

The rational Carter was instantly washed over by immense fear. He immediately confessed his mistakes and begged for forgiveness.

The director and the team leader both came to him. The director told him coldly, "We"ll forgive you if you let us each kick you once, but you"re not allowed to resist or defend yourself."

"No problem!" Carter was completely overcame by fear. He immediately rejoiced when he heard this.

He crouched down on the floor.

Twisted, evil smiles suddenly appeared on the faces of the director and the team leader. They gave Carter a kick on his b.u.t.t! He immediately felt a sharp pain. He rolled forward, then steadied himself with his hands on the railing in front.

But the railing suddenly broke! Carter instantly fell down.

He was on the 15th floor!!

Carter let out a grievous, miserable scream and watched as the ground rapidly closed in on him. His heart, tormented by fear, was beating so fast it was on the verge of collapsing.

　　***

The team leader was not someone who liked to smile.

He was a formidable man.

He was a typical tough guy without any bad habits. He was good at deduction and had very strong logical thinking ability.

He had a happy family and loved the daughter left behind by his deceased wife very much. He combined his love for his wife with his fatherly love and poured them all onto his daughter. He was willing to do anything for her.

The group leader remained very vigilant at the beginning of his dream. He found himself standing on a busy and crowded street.

In the distance came a heavy truck roaring with black smoke.

The team leader instantly felt that something was amiss, because according to traffic laws, heavy trucks like this could not enter the city at this hour. He could not help feeling suspicious. If suspicion was allowed to take root, it would become like a crack on gla.s.s, quickly spreading into millions of branches.

However, the team leader had no time to think about it. His heart suddenly sank, because his little angel, his daughter, was actually running out at this moment, skipping and chasing after a lovely puppy onto the street.

That horrifying heavy truck was going to run his daughter over!!

"NOOOOOOO!" The team leader screamed hysterically. He burst out with astonis.h.i.+ng speed and pushed his daughter out of the way.

The horrifying heavy truck ended up crus.h.i.+ng his body. The team leader knew he would not survive the collision, but he had a joyful smile on his face. He did not notice that the face of the girl who was pushed away was the face of Freddy, who had on a twisted grin....

　　***

"Not bad." The one who spoke was Old Charlie. He seemed to be talking to himself, but was he? His left pupil was normal, but in his right pupil was the distorted image of Freddy.

After Sheyan left Elm Street, Old Charlie had asked to carry Freddy on his own accord. Sheyan already knew by now that Old Charlie was definitely not an ordinary man before he became a Cyborg, but considering the terrifying population number of the future Empire, what"s the big deal with a monster or two appearing among them? He agreed to Old Charlie"s request.

Freddy"s most fatal weakness was that he was extremely easy to kill when he appeared in the real world. He had been killed many times by being dragged into the real world from his dream world. If he stayed in Old Charlie"s mind, he would stay in his strongest state. Naturally, he was very willing.

Freddy could communicate with Old Charlie at any time because of this. Old Charlie, the sly old fox, was soon talking with Freddy.

But think about it. Old Charlie was someone who had led a very extraordinary life but had fallen to the point of becoming a lowly Cyborg, but even then, he still stubbornly lived on, refusing to die. His will was as firm as iron, his tenacity beyond imagination. Although Old Charlie could not fight, Freddy"s ability to influence him would still be weakened to an astonis.h.i.+ng degree.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Freddy was quite respectful towards Old Charlie and would listen to him. And Old Charlie, someone who was ruthless to the extreme and put nothing above interests, had indirectly gained a terrible executioner!

Freddy, in Old Charlie"s pupil, grinned and licked the fresh blood on his claws.

"Interesting, really interesting! This is so much better than letting them die in fear! I love the incredulous expressions on their faces before they died. I love the look on their faces when they suddenly fall from heaven to h.e.l.l! And the last tough guy, ha ha ha, when he died, he was satisfied and happy!!! Oh! It"s so exciting. There"s actually such a way of killing people, such a wonderful art! "

"But you still made a mistake," said Old Charlie. "Do you know what it was?"

"I know, I know, the heavy truck shouldn"t have appeared in the city at that hour. You can"t blame me. That law wasn"t in place yet when I died," answered Freddy.

Old Charlie retorted coldly, "If he had sensed that something was amiss and realised that he was in a dream, it would have been quite disadvantageous for you. When your victims don"t realise that they"re in a dream, as long as they believe that they"re dead, they"ll die in the real world too due to your special ability. But if they realise this, you"ll have to rely on your willpower and the strength of your soul to kill them. What could have been a quick fight would turn into a long battle."

"Regardless of how hard the fight is, can that still be called art? Do you want to degenerate back into the foolish, inferior murderer you used to be? Can you still experience such exquisite ecstasy and comprehension?"

Freddy was stunned for a moment. After that, he actually nodded and said, "You"re right. What do you think I should do?"

"What you should do now is...."

"Oh...."